After spending what felt like hours diving through forums and advice threads, Aoto finally leaned back in his chair, feeling more overwhelmed than ever. He needed a break—a distraction from the chaos of his sudden surge in popularity among the Warrior Class girls. But instead of stepping away from his laptop, he found himself wandering onto a dating website, more out of curiosity than anything else.

He'd heard whispers from some of the Earthlings who had been on Comoros for a while—about how some older Como women, past the age of 30 or even much older, often used these dating sites to find new husbands or boyfriends. Given the internal youth and longevity of the Como species, many of these women looked younger than they actually were. Most had either lost their partners to age or war and were looking to fill that void in their lives.

Aoto hesitated for a moment, wondering if this was a bad idea, but curiosity got the better of him. What harm could it do to look? he reasoned, clicking onto one of the more popular dating sites on Comoros.

The homepage was filled with profiles of Como women, each one showcasing a mix of photos, personal information, and their specific Como Class type. The range of ages was staggering—some women were in their early thirties, while others were listed as being well over 300 years old. And with the longevity granted by their unique physiology, many of these women looked like they were in their twenties or thirties, despite their actual ages.

Aoto began scrolling through the profiles, his curiosity deepening. Each woman had listed her class, age, and occupation, alongside a brief bio that explained what she was looking for. As he read through the entries, he couldn't help but feel a little out of his depth. Some were looking for casual relationships, while others were in search of long-term partners. There were widows, mothers, grandmothers—even teachers and warriors—all looking for companionship.

One profile caught his eye in particular. It belonged to a woman named Reika, listed as being 350 years old. She was a Nighter Class member who worked as a historian and archivist. Her bio was short and to the point: "Widowed grandmother of three. Looking for someone who can handle the quiet of the night and doesn't mind staying up late."

Aoto raised an eyebrow at that. The Nighter Class always intrigued him—they were known for their nocturnal lifestyles, often sleeping during the day and coming alive at night. The thought of someone like Reika being on a dating site, casually looking for a new partner, made Aoto realize just how vast and varied the culture of Planet Comoros really was.

He continued scrolling, clicking through a few more profiles. Some of the women were clearly playful in their bios, like a Softy Class woman named Marina, age 120, who described herself as "a shortstack who can cook and knows how to cuddle. Looking for a strong man who can keep up with my energy."

Aoto chuckled softly, shaking his head. Shortstack indeed. He kept reading, clicking on random profiles to see what else the site had to offer. It was a strange mix of fascinating and intimidating. These women had lived for centuries, had families, and had experienced life in ways Aoto couldn't even begin to imagine.

Then, suddenly, he froze.

One profile in particular made him stop dead in his tracks. The woman in the photo looked familiar—too familiar. She had long black hair, glasses perched on her nose, and a gentle, almost maternal smile. Aoto's stomach flipped as he read the name: Ms. Kiyoko, listed as Teacher, Warrior Class, Age: 310.

Aoto blinked in disbelief. "Wait... isn't that the teacher from school?"

His heart raced as he quickly skimmed her profile. Ms. Kiyoko was one of the staff members at the school—he hadn't had many direct interactions with her, but he had seen her around plenty of times. She was known for being calm, composed, and a bit strict when it came to discipline, but now he was reading her dating profile, and the idea of her being on the same site as widowed mothers and grandmothers sent his mind spiraling.

Her bio read: "Warrior Class instructor. Mother of two grown children. Looking for someone with patience, strength, and an appreciation for knowledge. Serious inquiries only."

Aoto's jaw dropped. Mother of two?! He had no idea she was a mother—let alone that she was over 300 years old. His mind raced with questions. What would a Warrior Class instructor be doing on a dating site like this? Was she looking for a new husband, or just a casual relationship? And, more importantly, did any of the students know about this?

As if on cue, Aoto's phone buzzed, pulling him out of his daze. He glanced down to see a message from Maite.

Maite: "Hey, Aoto. Can we talk later? About... you know, what I said yesterday."

Aoto sighed, his mind still spinning from everything he'd seen on the dating site, and now he had to figure out how to handle Maite's confession as well. His life had gone from relatively quiet to an overwhelming mix of attention, emotions, and now, apparently, a glimpse into the dating habits of centuries-old Como women.

He turned back to the screen, his eyes lingering on Ms. Kiyoko's profile for a moment before he shook his head, closing the laptop. "I've seen enough for one day," he muttered to himself.

As he sat there, staring at his phone and wondering how to respond to Maite, one thing was clear: he was in way over his head. And whether he liked it or not, Planet Comoros had a way of pulling him deeper into its unique culture—and the lives of the people around him.

With a resigned sigh, Aoto typed out a response to Maite, knowing that this conversation, like everything else lately, was going to be far from simple.

Aoto: "Yeah, we can talk. I'll meet you at the park after lunch?"

He hit send, his mind still reeling from the dating site and all the unexpected discoveries it had brought him. If there was one thing he'd learned since coming to Comoros, it was that nothing—absolutely nothing—was as simple as it seemed.

Aoto walked down the street, his hands stuffed into his pockets, his mind still buzzing with thoughts about Maite and how he would handle their upcoming conversation. The confession had taken him by surprise, and even though she'd been so straightforward about it, he still wasn't entirely sure how he felt. Part of him was flattered, but another part of him was overwhelmed by the intensity of everything that had happened in such a short time.

He sighed, kicking a small stone on the sidewalk as he made his way toward the park where he'd agreed to meet Maite. "What am I supposed to say to her?" he muttered to himself. "I barely know how to deal with one girl, let alone all the chaos that's been happening."

Just as his thoughts began to spiral again, something caught his eye—a movement ahead that pulled him out of his reverie. A tall, muscular Giant Class girl was jogging down the sidewalk toward him, her pace steady and powerful. She was absolutely towering, easily over seven feet tall, with broad shoulders and an athletic build that screamed strength.

But what really drew Aoto's attention was the sight of her pear-shaped figure—particularly her wide hips and the generous curve of her big, jiggling butt. The tight workout shorts she was wearing left little to the imagination as her body moved with each stride. Her thick thighs rippled with muscle, but the sheer size of her rear, bouncing with every step, almost made Aoto's jaw drop.

Without even thinking, his head turned to follow her as she jogged past, his eyes glued to her backside. It was impossible not to stare. The sheer size and shape of it could easily rival Maite's, and for a brief moment, all the worries that had been clouding his mind vanished, replaced by an instinctive, primal appreciation.

Whoa... he thought, almost dazed as the Giant Class girl continued down the street, seemingly oblivious to the attention she was drawing. Her long, black hair flowed behind her as she jogged, her powerful legs carrying her effortlessly down the road.

Aoto blinked, shaking himself out of it, his face flushing slightly. What the hell am I doing?! he mentally scolded himself. He quickly turned his head away, feeling a mix of embarrassment and guilt. It wasn't like him to just gawk at someone like that, but damn—it had been hard not to.

He cleared his throat, trying to refocus as he continued on his way. But despite his best efforts, his mind kept drifting back to the sight of that Giant Class girl's curvy figure. It was just so... distracting.

I'm in so much trouble, Aoto thought, knowing full well that Maite would absolutely murder him if she ever caught him staring at another girl like that. Especially after she had already confessed her feelings. He shook his head, trying to shake off the guilt.

But then another thought hit him—What if Maite's watching me right now? His eyes darted around nervously, scanning the street for any sign of her. The last thing he needed was for her to show up, notice the direction his gaze had been wandering, and decide to turn the park meeting into something far more painful than a simple conversation.

Luckily, there was no sign of Maite—just the lingering image of the Giant Class girl's bouncing rear burned into his mind.

Focus, Aoto. Focus, he reminded himself. You've got bigger things to worry about. Like how the hell you're going to talk to Maite about her confession without screwing everything up.

He quickened his pace, pushing the distracting thoughts away as he neared the park. But the flush on his face remained, a lingering reminder of just how out of control his life had become since arriving on Planet Comoros.

When he finally reached the park, he spotted Maite sitting on a bench near a large tree, her usual stoic expression softened slightly as she watched the people around her. She looked... different. Relaxed, almost. But Aoto could tell there was still some tension in the air between them.

Taking a deep breath, Aoto approached her, trying to gather his thoughts. He couldn't afford to mess this up. Not with everything that was going on.

"Hey," he said softly as he approached the bench, giving her a small, awkward wave. "Sorry if I kept you waiting."

Maite looked up at him, her blue eyes meeting his with a calm intensity. She shook her head. "It's fine. I've been thinking anyway."

Aoto swallowed nervously, wondering what she meant by that. "Uh, about what?"

Maite gestured for him to sit down beside her, and Aoto did, feeling the weight of her presence next to him. She was always so composed, but after her confession, he wasn't sure what to expect from her.

"I've been thinking about what I said yesterday," Maite began, her voice low but steady. "About how I... like you."

Aoto nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. "Yeah. I've been thinking about that too."

They sat in silence for a moment, the sounds of the park—birds chirping, children playing—filling the air around them. Aoto wasn't sure how to start, but he knew he needed to say something. He couldn't just sit there and let the silence stretch on forever.

"I... I just want to say," Aoto began, choosing his words carefully, "I really appreciate you telling me how you feel, Maite. And I think you're amazing, honestly. You've been there for me since I got here, and I don't know what I'd do without you."

Maite's eyes softened slightly, but she remained quiet, waiting for him to continue.

"It's just..." Aoto hesitated, running a hand through his hair. "I wasn't expecting it. I don't know what I'm feeling yet, but I don't want to hurt you or lead you on. I need time to figure out how I feel, you know? I hope that's okay."

Maite's expression didn't change for a moment, and Aoto worried that he might have said the wrong thing. But then, after a long pause, she nodded slowly.

"I understand," she said softly, her voice calm. "I didn't mean to put you in an awkward position. I just... I needed to tell you how I felt. But I can wait. I'm not in a hurry."

Aoto exhaled in relief, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders. "Thanks, Maite. That means a lot."

Maite gave him a small smile—just the faintest curl of her lips—and Aoto could see the strength and patience behind her eyes. She wasn't just a powerful Warrior Class girl; she was someone who understood him, who respected the space he needed. It made him appreciate her even more.

As they sat together on the bench, the tension between them finally began to ease, and Aoto couldn't help but feel that, somehow, things might just work out.